Well, last night was actually pretty fun. We ended the night with a "groin pain" that turned out to be a guy stoned off his butt after smoking crack, snorting 2 bags of heroine, and taking 4 Darvocet. Our last was a pt. with an ankle fracture that was about || far from opening. The gun shot victim actually had 9 bullets, 4 were in his mouth...
And as for the nickname, there are a number of reasons why it actually fits, but I got it because I got one of my sleeves covered in blood by a bloody, combative pt. who wouldn't let me take his bp. The medic preceptor who intercepted us (which is actually a 3 man crew: EMT, medic preceptor, and medic preceptee, so it was the preceptee in the truck teching) called me "Bloodbath" when he saw the jacket...and it stuck...or rather, he officially dubbed me Bloodbath in front of about 10 people, including the supervisor, so...
But to make things even better, I am now part of the Fantastic 5 or 6, depending on the night. That is, me, my FTO, my partner, and the precepting medic truck apparently work together a lot, as I discovered last night. So the two trucks together are the Fantastic crews. And the preceptee is now "Fabulous Dan." The things that are decided at 0200 on a Sunday morning...